His eyes whipped up to mine as his brow furrowed.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really,” I said.
“You’re?”
“Yes,” I said.
“We’re?”
“Yes.”
His brow unfurled and a grin slowly slid across his cheeks.
His arms wrapped around me and pulled me to my feet from the car. His lips crashed down onto mine, and I threaded my arms around his massive form. The wind kicked up around us, tossing the fabric of my dress around and flapping the tail ends of his white linen pants. Our tongues danced together and my lips swelled against his, and he pressed my back into the car as the sun shone down upon us.
His hand fell to my stomach, cupping it lovingly as he pulled his lips back. Our foreheads fell together and our eyes connected, and for a split second, nothing else existed around us.
Just him, myself, and our unborn child.
“I’m going to be a father,” Grant said.
“And you’re going to be a great one.”
I could see the worry in his eyes, however, and I lifted my hands to cup his cheeks.
“You will be. Grant, our child will be so lucky to have you as their father.”
His hand cupped my cheek while his thumb traced my lower lip.
“And you’ll be an amazing mother, Theresa.”
I smiled and gripped his shirt, pulling his lips in for another kiss.
“Come on, you two! Let’s get a move on!”
I giggled into his lips as I heard Hollis yelling for us.
“A boyfriend,” Grant said with a murmur.
I threw my head back and laughed as I playfully slapped his chest.
“You have to admit, it was kind of odd that none of us had ever met any of Hollis’ ‘girlfriends.’”
“As long as he’s happy, I don’t give a shit,” he said.
“Honestly, neither do I. I’m happy he gets his fairytale ending too.”
Grant helped me into the car before he wrapped around to his side. I rolled down the window, allowing the beach breeze to flow through my hair. As we drove down the road to the cabana reception on the beach, I thought about our future. How my body would grow and change. How our lives would soon be sleepless nights and early morning feedings and dirty diapers. I rested my hand on my stomach before I felt Grant wrap his hand around mine, and it pulled my gaze over to him as we stopped at a red light.
“I love you,” he said.
The fierceness in his eyes and the strength of his grip were reassuring to me. They settled the nervousness kicking up and the swirling of my thoughts. I smiled softly at him and leaned over, laying my cheek against his shoulder.
“I love you too,” I said. “Forever.”
The End